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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She's the witch queen - oh |
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Of New Orleans |
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Of New Orleans |
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I'm gonna tell you a story |
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Strange as it now seems |
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Of zombie, voodoo, gris gris |
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And the Witch Queen of New Orleans |
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She lived in a world of magic |
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Possessed by the devils skew |
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From a shack near the swamplands |
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Made of mud-brown brick |
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Marie stirred the witches brew |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie Marie |
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La voodoo veau |
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She's the Witch Queen - of New Orleans |
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Of New Orleans |
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Dime or a nickel anyone could buy |
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Voodoo of any kind |
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She had potions and lotions, herbs |
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and tanna leaves |
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Guaranteed to blow your mind |
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Early one morning into mud, the swamp dew |
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Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes |
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Though she never returned |
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All the Cajuns knew |
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A Witch Queen never dies. |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She'll put a spell on you |
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Marie, Marie |
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La voodoo, veau |
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She's the witch queen - oh |
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Of New Orleans |
